A Post Not Entirely about St. Patrick's Day

When I was little my sister used to try and catch a leprechaun every year on St. Patrick's day, and one year I decided to do the same.  So I set up the trap with the pile of pennies as bait, and the sticks that made the box fell down when the pennies are lifted.

In the morning, I hadn't caught a leprechaun, but what I had caught was a shred of green fabric and a note in my sister's writing that said something along the lines of 'you were close, but you missed me.  Try again next year.'

I love my sister

:)

This vest used to be two pairs of pants. The pants ripped, I made something else :)

They weren't even my pants.  One pair was ripped by a friend playing an extraordinarily violent yet entertaining game called Stranger Danger, the other belonged to my mother, and unfortunately, I don't know how they met their demise.

I spin yarn now too

Also, just for the record, in theory I have to read Paradise Lost, the Sorrows of Young Werther, and Plutarch's Lives in the next week, or I'll do very badly on a major English assignment.  In fairness, I've known about this all year and have done nothing about it, but I'll let you know (complete lack of people to be you)  how that works out for me.

It has been one month since my last post, which shouldn't even count.  It's pathetic.  The thespian basement dwellers are gone and I didn't get the job.

I also haven't made very much over the past while. I've made some stuff, and there are pictures coming.  I promise.

I am also going to Wales in two/three weeks, and I promise pictures and sketches and excerpts from travel journal when that happens.

It just keeps snowing here.